I was in San Francisco once and right at the intersection of Haight and Ashbury was a motherfucker sitting up on his haunches and barking like a dog, I shit you not. Dude was tripping his ass off. I was tempted to give him the whole dog experience and run his ass over.
You know , if just a couple people get out of their cars and kick the living crap out of snail boy he wouldn't be slowing everyone down( "Look at MEEEEeee!!") . Never a salt truck around when you need one .
ReplyDeleteStreets look too clean to be the Haight. As I recall.
ReplyDeleteI bet he gets a-salt-ed
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I’ll be here all week, try the veal.
I'm guessing Belgium by the license plate & small flag flying.
ReplyDeleteA California guy I know got shot up in RVN and after discharge from hospital and Army decided to take in the Summer of Love location. It was 1968, so he was a year late. "It was mean," he said. So, somebody shot up in Vietnam finds Haight-Ashbury a mean place. He went off to farther Northern California. Last anybody knew, he was even farther north, living in the Cascades.
ReplyDeleteI would have to find out just how fast the snail dude could move, by first revving my engine, and then power braking. Someone blocking my free movement along a street would really piss me off, and I am normally a pretty easy going guy.
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